Round 93

The air crackled with energy as the hidden chamber revealed itself through the sliding wall, ancient stone grinding against stone in protest. Merrin stumbled back instinctively, her rogue's instincts screaming warnings even as her eyes took in the strange surroundings. The room was lined with mirrors that seemed to shift and change with every flicker of torchlight, their surfaces catching the flame and reflecting it back in ways that made her head spin.

Varrika moved forward with practiced caution, her fighter's training taking over despite the unsettling nature of their surroundings. She'd faced worse than a few creepy mirrors, though she had to admit these ones gave her the distinct urge to look away. The dwarf woman's eyes scanned the room methodically, noting every potential threat and escape route while keeping one hand never far from the haft of her trusty mace.

The ground beneath their feet was unstable, groaning ominously with each step they took deeper into the chamber. Merrin's sharp eyes caught movement in the shadows - or perhaps it was just the flickering light playing tricks on her vision. Either way, she wasn't about to take any chances. "Keep your guard up," she hissed to Varrika, her voice barely above a whisper. "This place feels wrong."